19 – WHY CATASTROPHES HAPPEN

Posted on January 27, 2014 by Ken Greenman

Every once in a while
God tires of it,
all.
So, He goes, grumbling,
like grandpa on cold mornings,
to his back porch,
sits in His favorite rocker
and rocks,
rocks,
rocks,
Till, rested, He yawns,
stretches, says,
“Oh, what the hell”
and stops rockin’
and starts runnin’
things,
again.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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